Darkness Gone

• Elisa Steinberg, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

The winds ceased,
The creek; stillness
Wood groaned.
To and fro with the soundless leaves,
The hush breathing from the velvet sky,
Now all dark, now all dead.
Now silence. The heavy lull.
Deep, murky, deathly hush. Still.
The abyss of ebony-coloured despair,
Hanging like a coat of morbidity,
Over the forest.
The mortal realm of darkness,
Only to be ceased by the luminous blaze of dawn.